Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Renewal

the worn-out jerseys
    those mud-smeared pants
  visions of brightest glory 
    ~ heaps of bleakest misery

  yet hope springs eternal
    in the human breast
  next season begins anew 
    the coveted championship quest

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Shirley Hawkins September 19, 2023 at 6:27 PM While there's life there's hope!

Jerry Brotherton September 19, 2023 at 6:26 PM I can't count how many years my Chiefs were dead last. Our battle cry was steadfast, "This is our year." until about halfway through the season. Then it was, "You just wait until next year."

Bill Baker September 19, 2023 at 4:59 PM You brought the feelings of the past back into my memory, Gershon. The imagery was excellent, my friend. You nailed that feeling of the struggle and the hope in trying again. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us. Bill

Sara Kendrick September 19, 2023 at 11:04 AM I know it must be hard on the teams that are not winners, but like everything in life there is always the next second, minute, hour, day, month or year. Thanks for sharing this one with us and for dropping by my pages. Sara

John Lawless September 19, 2023 at 6:29 AM YEAH!!!! EVERY FREAKIN' MORNING!!!!